Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.